Poetry For Everyday People
Liquid Magic Falling On Ice Cubes
I fall in love
with broken people,
I can see it in their
eyes, expressions, vibe,
and
I fall in love,
I wanna restore
something within them,
tell them I'm broken too
but we're still catching
a good buzz and finding
each other,
folded up maybe?
but not tucked,
broken is a sad
hard story of survival
on the road of chance
and dealt reality,
our hearts play
the biggest part
of broken, our minds
try to bail us out,
and try, and try,
our instincts
sound off all alarms,
but the heart,
man,
it's a gambler,
weather love is contentment
or a diversion?
depends on how dirty
you like your dirty martini?
and how well you play
yourself
dangling.
with broken people,
I can see it in their
eyes, expressions, vibe,
and
I fall in love,
I wanna restore
something within them,
tell them I'm broken too
but we're still catching
a good buzz and finding
each other,
folded up maybe?
but not tucked,
broken is a sad
hard story of survival
on the road of chance
and dealt reality,
our hearts play
the biggest part
of broken, our minds
try to bail us out,
and try, and try,
our instincts
sound off all alarms,
but the heart,
man,
it's a gambler,
weather love is contentment
or a diversion?
depends on how dirty
you like your dirty martini?
and how well you play
yourself
dangling.
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Liquid Magic Falling On Ice Cubes
Liquid Magic Falling On Ice Cubes
